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Tuesday, 23 October 2007

My life sucketh

Dear God,

Could I please have a do-over?

You know those days when everything goes wrong?

This was not one of those days. Rather this was the kind of day wherein every time I opened my mouth, I offended somebody or got somebody in trouble. Every conversation I had made me feel worse about life, the universe, and um... everything.

The wrath of the Ferengi and the incomprehensible fury of Littlebabycryingpants only made it all worse. I feel like a big, steaming puddle of Flatula-poo.